Sad Indeed To See Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Sad indeed who beauty pluck.
Alienation from warm heart
Dwells isolated, worlds apart,
Inoculating bad blood suck,
Naught feeling. Luck pushed, comes unstuck.
Drawn camouflage cold copy chart,
Emotionless, minds small, though smart,
Echo void devoid of pluck.
Doubting ever, passing buck,
Thread stars through needle points to start
On doomed fresh blooms' flesh mirage mart.
Soul-starved, leech love, life chuck.
Exit womb: bane verses never moved.
Enter tomb: vain chapter Time removed.